This house in twilight

Go to sleep, comfort be your only goal
This old room no better than a hospital partition
The typical softness and luxuries
far from the confused upside down cities

Wake up it´s Christmas morning
presents and family await
All the sweetness of a great colorful dream
The city itself is a canvas paint your reality

They write about the stars on the walls
The morning has it´s own personality

My pretty post office

You are my post office
You are my clean folded paper envelope
I adore you for being another part of me
A part to be expressed, to be sweat on and bled onto

You are my post office darling
Each bench, box and sticker fresh and charming
each smile, wink and glance calms me

Some comfort and most of my hopes lie in you
Sometimes I feel like there is a thick pane of glass
that stops contact, I may only look through

Always awaiting some unsuspected surprise
Lately you've been a busy little courier
Finding moments to make me curious

Be my post office, my Christmas present
my goal that never seems to get any easier to attain

Permission for happiness at 70 drullwell lane

The house of wonder
Why don't you blessed twins of the world
just come out into the twilight
Like when sunlight hits the murky water
Enthusiasm rocks the spines you twin children

neighbors have arrived
you barely know them
and days and nights are put away like food and drink
on meeting you still won't know what to say or think

Neighbors like you live too close to not chatter
and broken unpainted pickets are just not flattering
The mud and the sludge from the hole in your lawn
A swimming pool for the twins after each summer dawn

This house of wonder
sewn together by half blind stonemasons
and carpenters
Despite the banes and the veins
gladness remained

Now all you need is a sanctioned ticket so request it
from your local feel good official house of happiness
stamped and approved no less
so you can move on with that mess
you call life and shout god bless

To crave thunder

Wooo leave us while the storm blares
put the lid back on
I can see intentions swarming
Skies like today´s faces just summer storms

Well the lonesome road held me
I knew one truth and one power
now I must know a new one
One that drenches the Flint

Flint to ignite dreams
All advice as tasteless as rice
we may as well be robots
following a process until we are spent

colorful blankets no use on warm nights
computer program brains
Chatter and whispers, plain conjecture
The sprouts of inspiration wilt

Summer storms pass
I crave to see the lightening
to hear thunder over so much man made kerfuffle

Who is the wizard?

Wizard what is there under that beard
Wizard you say
Said you look up to someone who doesn´t fear
As if I was some statue

Something grand that you looked up at in admiration
Words that free, words that tend dreams
Forget what you you think you know or have seen
For the wizard is not me

All the favors you think I did
All the support, it is who i am
no tricks under my cloak hid
no wand,sorcery or scam

I admire who you are
every ambition no matter how sour
Another ball of uranium
a few more years of fission

Sounds like a dim rumble

Feel that heavenly beast in you slowly pass away
There´s no more thirst and hunger
The beast slowly runs out of oxygen
And you have become calm
completely neutral

It´s a death if ever there was one
It draws it´s last breaths on the ground
sounds like the rumble of a storm far away
leaving you as this human who must search past the Essentials
completely aimless

You´d be better off wishing for greater things
Better find some new jazz to kick up special  lifetime cheer
Luckier than the poor eastern ones, unluckier than a millionaire
A special new hobby to refresh you as if elixir
Life so full of tricks

heavenly beast dead and gone away
you are a raisin dying to last
out in the sun that hangs over the grindstone
craving a new dynamic to your person
wanting more than the minimum, what could be worse

Just passing murmurs

Once on the street you can get your bearing
Staring all the way down into the wide avenue sneering
sun hitting your eyes, do you delight?
lifting the helmet off your head like after some fight

Walking beside the shops, strolling as if nothing to prove
each person heading in the opposite direction facing you
Some keep a smirk and others an expressionless bracing
Most want nothing from you but space to keep pacing

face to face with the street no comments out of your mouth
well no real one person to comment to your health
about 100 passing murmurs though
if you like those